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Excursion Today we went a city tour by an open decked bus to see old buildings, castles, churches and other wonders built in honour of kings and god. Not to forget all the statues of glorious admiral and generals, famous for battles won in Africa. After an hour of heritage and culture I had enough mind switched off and I took an interest were people lived in much more modest circumstances. History only remember the famous, the pure bred bastard who sent people into useless battles to die so they could live in splendour. We crossed the Douro River its shored was lined with expensive restaurant selling bad food- coming from a country with deep long fjords I was not impressed. After the excursion I walked into the railways station Sao Bento, the walls was covered with tiles depicting the history of Portugal, magnificent, a must see. Yes, I must go back to Porto see this again but this not on a bloody tourist bus.

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Date: 8/7/2013 3:19:00 PM
nice sentiments, Jan... Terry
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 8/8/2013 2:39:00 AM
thank you Terry
Date: 8/7/2013 6:06:00 AM
Something humbling about being on a tour bus. In the early fifties my family drove to Miami from the Bronx. While there, we took a bus and my brother and I headed for the back. We always sat in the back of a bus over the wheels to feel the bounce. Everyone knew we were from the north. Our innocence had not yet been spoiled. love, Kathy
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 8/7/2013 9:43:00 AM
bus is ok as long as the ride doesn´t last too long

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